Amid the grace of quiet stones,
a stroll down pebbled path.
There within a forgotten time,
behind an iron latch.
Stands now in aged seclusion,
of monuments to grief.
A countenance in marble cast,
beautiful Angel in soft relief.
Heavenly comfort emanates,
a coronal healing swath.
Winged guardian to souls now passed,
sempiternal keepers of the watch.
Jun 13, 2011
Jun 13, 2011 at 7:42 PM UTC
Amid the grace of quiet stones,
a stroll down pebbled path.
There within a forgotten time,
behind an iron latch.
Stands now in aged seclusion,
of monuments to grief.
A countenance in marble cast,
beautiful Angel in soft relief.
Heavenly comfort emanates,
a coronal healing swath.
Winged guardian to souls now passed,
sempiternal keepers of the watch.
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